a dangerous woman

Odile Varmont Fell | thirty-two con-woman prodigal princess throw me in a landfill don't think about the consequences throw me in the dirt pit don't think about the choices that you make i'm the bad guy.... duh

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Random Galadriel moments: 156/?

[martanis]

"A sister they had, Galadriel, most beautiful of all the house of Finwë; her hair was lit with gold as though it had caught in a mesh the radiance of Laurelin." — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, "Of Eldamar and the Princes of the Eldalië"

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haladriel moments: 96/∞

[freshlybrewedrp]

FOUR WORD SENTENCE DIALOGUE STARTERS!

ADJUST AS NEEDED!

- “You shouldn’t be here.” - “We need to talk.” - “That wasn’t the plan.” - “This changes it all.” - “I can explain everything.” - “Don’t lie to me.” - “I can’t do it.” - “You promised you wouldn’t.” - “How did you know?” - “This isn’t over yet.” - “This place feels wrong.” - “Are you hiding something?” - “What did you do?” - “It was an accident.” - “You shouldn’t have come.” - “Tell me the truth.” - “I never stopped looking.” - “You look different tonight.” - “I didn’t expect you.” - “This was your idea.” - “You heard that too?” - “This changes the deal.” - “Will this change things?” - “Don’t make me ask.” - “I warned you already.” - “I thought you left.” - “Did you really know?” - “I recognize that symbol.” - “This place is cursed.” - “I broke the rules.” - “You never answered me.” - “You’re bleeding, sit down.” - “I made a promise.”

[forgottenodile]

[odile] [guin]

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[forgottenodile]

Heart is Hollow | Odile x Aleks

"Are you fucking kidding me..."

Odile Fell whispered to herself, putting a hand over her mouth in an attempt to hold in a stunned laugh as she sat in the back of the gaudy and ostentatious chapel attached to the Imperial Castle.

She could hardly believe her eyes as the priest for this bullshit religion that her uncle had created in his own image stepped out before the congregation. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest at the glimpse of his dark eyes. A twisting ache that spoke of treachery and despair and fury. Nothing else. Nothing else.

Of all the people from her life before... Him? A priest? Here?

Perhaps the incense was muddling her vision. Or the gold and the flames casting light and shadow in a way to make her see shadows and memories that weren't truly there.

But as the priest raised his arms and began to speak, there was no denying it. Odile knew that rumbling voice. It had once whispered sweet words in her ear. Odile knew that charming smile. It had once shined especially for her, moments before those soft lips had pressed against her own.

Aleksander Royce. The bane of her existence. Her most despised enemy. He was here in Astaria.

This was an enormous god-damned problem.

Her fingers drummed quietly against her leg throughout the sermon but she hardly heard the words he spoke. Odile was far too preoccupied with figuring out what to do with this newfound wrinkle in her plans. She had not counted on this type of enemy in her camp. If she did not get him on her side immediately it was very likely that all would be lost.

She took a mental inventory of all that House Fell had sent along with her. For the Aleks she had known, the small collection of jewels and gold she had been brought with would hardly be enough to buy his silence. Odile would have to work faster than she had anticipated to take someone else into her confidence, to garner sympathy enough to line her own pockets enough.

And yet her attention returned to the sermon at hand as Aleks mentioned something about... miracles? Divine power given to him through the grace of the One God?

Another bark of a laugh almost threatened to push through the dual barriers of the young woman's pursed lips and slender hand.

Aleksander Royce was no more of a holy man than she was a bird in the sky.

This... This could be useful.

She sat up taller, watching the sermon now with the same calculating gaze that she had employed before every heist in her youth. Examining every crack and crevice, each movement of the man before her. A miracle he claimed he would perform for them, a show of The God's power and might.

A simple illusionary trick, nothing more. She had seen him perform the same thing countless times on the stage of their troupe's travelling cart. And yet with all the pomp and pageantry -- and more importantly, money -- that the Varmonts could provide, it was hardly surprising that the nobles and peasants were quick to believe in something. With who their Emperor was, anything that gave hope was a seductive drug indeed.

Here was her opportunity. Here was the piece of information that could keep her mission free to proceed without incident, without too much loss of the small fortune Odile had to subsist upon until she caught a fish on her hook.

As the sermon ended and the people began to file out into the shimmering daylight outside of the chapel doors, Odile's cold blue eyes watched as Aleksander retired to a small set of ornately gilded booths off to the side of the chapel. A small line formed in front of them.

A confessional. Perfect.

She bided her time. Sitting alone in her seat, pretending to pray, watching the line of sinners file in and out of the confessional with an air of calm and piety. Odile had always prided herself on her deep well of patience. It had always served her well in all of her endeavors. Patience most often led to a much greater reward than if she took the first prize within her grasp. This was almost certainly to be the same.

When at last only a few stragglers remained, Odile joined the queue, waiting and watching as the last person before her was almost out of the chapel before parting the curtain and sitting down upon the hard wood of the booth.

"Bless me, my lord, for I have sinned and wish to cleanse myself so I may join the One God in his blessed resurrection." She murmured through the grate. "I have kept a most terrible secret, but cannot remain quiet any longer. One of your priests is not whom he claims to be. A holy man, he says, and yet I have known him of old."

Odile lifted her eyes, staring straight through the grate into Aleksander's eyes. "He is the furthest thing from a man blessed by the One God. I would instead liken him far more to being blessed by the devil. He is a goddamn piece of shit who has surely stolen half of the church's tithes by this point. He is a con artist, and perhaps even worse, truly terrible in bed. Worst I've ever had." A menacing grin bloomed across her face, blue eyes sparkling even in the dark of the booth. "Hello Aleks... What the fuck do you think you are doing here?"

[forgottenaleksander]

He spotted her from across the crowd, ice blue gaze piercing his vestment to rove in heated acquisition across his form. He'd always been struck by that gaze -- its burning cold. She looked a snowstorm, an angel carved from ice with those dazzling pale orbs, her willowy lineaments and snowdrift skin, and the soft wintry waft of her cold-blond tresses. Yet he'd never known a heat like hers.

Despite himself, he near smiled. Reverence, etched in wafting, warm tendrils of incense, smoked everywhere around him, heightened by the breathless congregation who, wide-eyed, gazed upon the High Hierophant's every move. All save that one. His fiery ice queen. A saucy grin looped across her features, melting away the seeming frost of her looks in a held-in breathy laugh, her white-tipped fingers sweeping over her tender pink lips. No one else was looking at her. Odile Fell had long ago mastered the art of slipping past unseen. No one knew to look at her. But Aleksander Royce, for his part, could not tear his eyes away.

He did not often perform a demonstration, but she was seated, and his mind ran back and back and back to their days as pickpockets, darting through the crowd to cut away idle purses. His smile, a sultry blink-and-you-miss-it flash, was for her alone.

Aleksander was a trained alchemist.* The natural world was, to him, of the utmost fascination and, as soon as he'd begun making enough to support himself with a little left over, he'd begun investing the reserves in his curiosities, and training in how to better comprehend and explore them. He'd tried his hand at healing, at astronomy, at tinctures and potions, at mechanisms, at the physical aspects of the great mysteries parting the curtain where he could. He knew such interests put him in danger of being labeled a witch so he'd quickly, when caught healing Godfrey Calainon by Varmont troops, dipped into his other skill sets and spun a yarn about the favors of the great god to evade so derisive an application -- and the fiery end that tended to dance attendant upon it. Between his slight of hand and his knowledge of powders and celestial courses and animal behaviors and such the like, as well as his training in showmanship from his early youth, Aleksander knew well how to craft wonders to shock and delight and -- when necessary -- even horrify the congregation. Today, however, the display had another objective -- the original one he'd learned: distraction through shock and awe.

Off the cuff and, with a small smile, he altered the route his sermon was taking, building instead towards the climactic moment he now had in mind, making the moving demonstration to the sound of rapid inhalations across the crowd -- leave them talking about that, and thus free him to pursue his own interests. Quickly, he exited the altar, and with a meaningful glance towards the frozen beauty in the crowd, he ensconced himself in the confessional.

Confession was an invention of his own -- and gave him a very great fodder for blackmail (not that such actions or information could ever be tracked back to the High Hierophant, himself)! No, this was a exercise for the soul, alone, helping it to improve in this life that it might excel further in the next one...

He knew her voice the instant it finally graced the confessional, despite the wooden grating and fine cloth sundering them for the illusion of anonymity. He'd know that voice anywhere. Even the way she moved -- something in the particular cadence of the creaks brought on by her steps had him catching his breath before she so much as spoke. Yet, it was the all-too familiar lilting tone of her voice that warmed his mouth into a crescent smile.

Clearly, she knew him, too.

He couldn't entirely keep the warmth from his own voice as he leaned closer to the sundering grate, studying her silhouette as it cast tantalizingly against the fine cloth within the grate. "This is a most serious charge, indeed, my lady. I hope you will not hesitate," he purred in velvet self-satisfaction. "To tell in precisely in what ways he has known you." He grinned, picturing how she would roll her eyes at that line. He knew she'd be well aware he meant the word 'known' in the most lascivious sense.

His grin broadened as she spoke of the tithes, but broke to a laugh as she spoke of him being terrible in bed. "Ahh, alas, you cannot lie to a holy man, my dear. I know all. That is not, after all, what your gorgeous moans or curling pink toes intimated."

Aleks. He smiled reminiscently. She was the only one who called him that, and he wouldn't have it any other way, though he never said so.

"I thought what I was doing here was patently obvious, to you of all people." He smiled. His tone changed, turning deeply ironic as it often did when he spoke coyly of a scheme he was running. "Did I fail to inform you, after all, of my many visions and prayers? No? I suppose it was a rather sudden rapture. I found that, swiftly after being threatened with execution, I experienced a rather profound religious epiphany that ultimately led me to become High Hierophant to the One True Emperor." It hadn't proven difficult to outwit the competition for that title, he'd found -- true believers, or not. "Incredible the ways in which the one god works his mysterious will, is it not? And I'm sure," he added with a touch of sarcastically feigned piety. "You cannot possibly neglect to recall how the god has always favored me with...inescapable good fortune."

He'd always said, after all, that he made his own luck. It was, he believed, a result of having as stellar an intellect as he was uniformly convinced he had.

"But what brings the archangel of the oppressed to my door? I did not think to see you here without first holding a knife to my throat. Shall I return to my priestly palace only to find my best wine laced with poison?"

[forgottenodile]

This had been a mistake.

Odile's heart began to pound once more in her chest as she heard the shifting of his body to be closer to her. She could almost feel the heat of him through the wood and silks. She had made a mistake coming here, confronting him, taunting him. If she had been clever she would have avoided him entirely, whispered the right words to the right person and dealt with him from afar. Her hands could have been kept clean. Her defenses left untested.

But then again, when had she ever been clever where Aleksander Royce was concerned? Even with more than a decade having passed since he shattered her heart and carved a hollow in her chest... Here she was bending to his whims as the voice she had spent so many nights trying to forget scorched across her skin, asking her to recount her memories of their tumbling together from years ago.

"Ah, such things are not for the ears of such a pious man as yourself, High Hierophant. Whatever shall the One God think of me if I were to turn His most devout worshipper to a life of sin?" Odile replied, rolling her eyes just as Aleks had predicted at his clever wordplay. It had delighted her so in the past. Now it was merely a painful annoyance.

Involuntarily Odile's hands clenched tightly in the skirts of her cool blue gown as Aleks made sure to point out how much he himself remembered of their nights together. The tips of her ears flushed a bright pink. Her eyes widened and lips parted before turning her head away from his outline. A shiver ran down her spine. Anger, surely. Revulsion even!

He had left her. He had coerced her own mother into leaving her. Aleks had been sent by some cruel trick of fate to punish her for... something surely. Perhaps nothing more than being born. She hated him for it. Even if he made it hard to do so.

"Tsk. It seems your tongue is still as sinful as I remember. Perhaps I would be no temptation for you in any case. You seem to have that in hand yourself."

She was trying for a tone that was haughty and condescending - the marble queen who was deigning to give her time to someone far beneath her - but even Odile could not help but hear the way her throat tightened around the words and stole the breath from her chest.

How could she breathe when her bastard mind worked against her to conjure memories that still haunted her. The ghost of a laugh warming her cheek, phantom fingers brushing against the skin of her neck, the painful memory of sweet soft lies that she had been such a fool to believe...

Odile shut her eyes tight and took in a shaking breath. She was losing control. She couldn't let that happen.

She forcibly pulled forward the memory that always managed to wash him away. Or at least did so long enough to let the sleeping draught she had begun to take work its magics and allow her to fall into dreamless void instead of lying awake and heartsick for a man who had never cared for her in the first place.

Jean-Luc brushing a hand over her hair and wiping at her tear-stained face with a grubby handkerchief. 'What are the core tenets of the world, princess?'

A young Odile sniffling and looking down at the floor. 'People lie and people leave.'

The older gentleman nods and makes a noise of approval under his breath before holding a hand out for the letter in her hand. 'And what do we do in the face of these truths?'

Odile hands him the letter, gaze fading into blankness as she watches Jean-Luc walk towards the fireplace. 'We keep our eyes open and our hearts closed.'

He smiles and drops the letter into the fire. 'That's my good girl.'

She had to remember Jean-Luc's words. The rules that had kept her safe. She had been young and stupid before. She had thought that since Aleksander had known these things too, that he had seen the mask and the face behind it, that he had still held her, kissed her, had her.... knowing all of that and still saying he cared for her...

But no. He was the same as all of the rest of them. Odile just hated him for having been good enough to trick her.

"Of course..." Odile laughed finally, the sound as hollow as the hole in her chest where a heart had once resided. "You got caught is what happened." She shook her head and looked back through the grate towards his outline. "You got caught and you did one of your little tricks to try and save your scrawny neck and these idiots called it a miracle."

She let out a sigh and leaned back against the cool wood of the booth, closing her eyes. "I suppose I am merely surprised that you have picked this mask out of any you could have chosen. You will hardly be able to have any fun. No drinking or gambling for the High Hierophant, surely. Not to mention that no decent woman will go to bed with a priest." She snorted once more, a flash of tangled limbs crossing her mind's eye before being pushed away again. "Not that the decency bit ever really mattered to you..."

Odile's brow furrowed and her lips pursed for a moment, unable to keep herself from lashing out. "Besides, we both know you will always choose gold over a woman in any case." She stood and brushed at the skirts of her dress, wiping her hands of this conversation. "Perhaps, then, I am the one who is in the wrong. Maybe this is the mask that has always suited you best. You shall make your fortune and head off to the next fatted calf."

She stepped out of the booth, turning to open the curtain of the bench Aleks sat upon and leaning in the opening. Her heart pattered once more to be this close to him, to look him directly in the eye, but Odile knew she could be strong. He would not trick her the same way again. She could not let him.

"Ah, how kind. To be elevated from Lady of the Wash to an Archangel is certainly quite the promotion! I see that the priesthood has taught you some sort of benevolence. I shall inform the town crier immediately." She smirked. "And I promise you that had I known of your presence here I certainly would have come armed. Nothing elevates a priest like becoming a martyr. But I am sure it shall come as quite a shock that you have nothing at all to do with my arrival in Astaria."

Odile crossed her arms over her chest and glanced once more around the chapel to ensure they remained alone before looking back at Aleksander. Her stare was once more a kaleidoscope of ice and crystal. Cold and cruel and unrelenting.

"I am here to garner myself the crown I was meant to have from birth. I have learned that my mother was not lying to me, Aleks. I am the sole child of Euric Varmont. And, well, if the emperor refuses to acknowledge me and give me a crown... I have every intent of using one name or another to marry and garner a noble title that way."

Her head tilted slightly as her gaze narrowed in on the man before her, pinning him back against the wall behind him.

"And I am here before you at this very moment to ensure that you will not meddle in my affairs."

[forgottenodile]

OOC | Odile & Marian

These two could be fun, too! Especially with succession still a big question mark and Odile holding onto the bombshell of being Roderick's niece (and maybe even his sister????) I can imagine that throws a huge wrench in Marian's plans.

I could see her meeting with Marian and suggesting that her family's trade connections could be beneficial to both the Varmonts and the Solemonts and if she would just suggest marrying Emile to Cassandra, or herself to Sebastian... She wouldn't even dare suggest Arthur what with his certain rise to the throne of emperor....!

I could also see her maybe mentioning that she could help solidify a claim to the throne in other ways -- meaning via the fact that she is their cousin through Roderick so even more Varmont blood on the throne, which everyone loves, right?

So yeah, general thoughts about these two. I think otherwise she would be very very nice to Marian since Odile is trying to get in good with her kids! And nothing helps that more than some nice encouragement from mom!!!

[forgottenodile]

OOC | Odile & Aria

I have a feeling that these girlies may also be fighting! Hahaha!

Like I said in my ooc post to Arthur, I don't think she's specifically gonna go after him because she clocks his and Aria's attachment to each other and Odile can see that would probably be a losing battle for her.

But! She is trying to snag either Garbhan or Rian, which is probably not gonna be great in Aria's eyes!

The only thing I can think of is if Odile was like: "okay, look, I'm just trying to fleece all these people for whatever they're worth and then getting out of here." (That last part is a lie, but Odile is a liar! She doesn't care!) Which would possibly give her some sort of pass in Aria's eyes because then it means Odile is just messing with the Bad Staffords and Varmonts?

Even then, tho, idk if Odile would reveal her cards like that so easily!

Lemme know if you have any thoughts! I'd love to hear them.

[letthefairyinyoufly]

RINGS OF POWER LADIES APPRECIATION WEEK day four: favorite wardrobe or outfit(s) ➺ Galadriel's wardrobe

[forgottenodile]

Heart is Hollow | Odile x Aleks

"Are you fucking kidding me..."

Odile Fell whispered to herself, putting a hand over her mouth in an attempt to hold in a stunned laugh as she sat in the back of the gaudy and ostentatious chapel attached to the Imperial Castle.

She could hardly believe her eyes as the priest for this bullshit religion that her uncle had created in his own image stepped out before the congregation. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest at the glimpse of his dark eyes. A twisting ache that spoke of treachery and despair and fury. Nothing else. Nothing else.

Of all the people from her life before... Him? A priest? Here?

Perhaps the incense was muddling her vision. Or the gold and the flames casting light and shadow in a way to make her see shadows and memories that weren't truly there.

But as the priest raised his arms and began to speak, there was no denying it. Odile knew that rumbling voice. It had once whispered sweet words in her ear. Odile knew that charming smile. It had once shined especially for her, moments before those soft lips had pressed against her own.

Aleksander Royce. The bane of her existence. Her most despised enemy. He was here in Astaria.

This was an enormous god-damned problem.

Her fingers drummed quietly against her leg throughout the sermon but she hardly heard the words he spoke. Odile was far too preoccupied with figuring out what to do with this newfound wrinkle in her plans. She had not counted on this type of enemy in her camp. If she did not get him on her side immediately it was very likely that all would be lost.

She took a mental inventory of all that House Fell had sent along with her. For the Aleks she had known, the small collection of jewels and gold she had been brought with would hardly be enough to buy his silence. Odile would have to work faster than she had anticipated to take someone else into her confidence, to garner sympathy enough to line her own pockets enough.

And yet her attention returned to the sermon at hand as Aleks mentioned something about... miracles? Divine power given to him through the grace of the One God?

Another bark of a laugh almost threatened to push through the dual barriers of the young woman's pursed lips and slender hand.

Aleksander Royce was no more of a holy man than she was a bird in the sky.

This... This could be useful.

She sat up taller, watching the sermon now with the same calculating gaze that she had employed before every heist in her youth. Examining every crack and crevice, each movement of the man before her. A miracle he claimed he would perform for them, a show of The God's power and might.

A simple illusionary trick, nothing more. She had seen him perform the same thing countless times on the stage of their troupe's travelling cart. And yet with all the pomp and pageantry -- and more importantly, money -- that the Varmonts could provide, it was hardly surprising that the nobles and peasants were quick to believe in something. With who their Emperor was, anything that gave hope was a seductive drug indeed.

Here was her opportunity. Here was the piece of information that could keep her mission free to proceed without incident, without too much loss of the small fortune Odile had to subsist upon until she caught a fish on her hook.

As the sermon ended and the people began to file out into the shimmering daylight outside of the chapel doors, Odile's cold blue eyes watched as Aleksander retired to a small set of ornately gilded booths off to the side of the chapel. A small line formed in front of them.

A confessional. Perfect.

She bided her time. Sitting alone in her seat, pretending to pray, watching the line of sinners file in and out of the confessional with an air of calm and piety. Odile had always prided herself on her deep well of patience. It had always served her well in all of her endeavors. Patience most often led to a much greater reward than if she took the first prize within her grasp. This was almost certainly to be the same.

When at last only a few stragglers remained, Odile joined the queue, waiting and watching as the last person before her was almost out of the chapel before parting the curtain and sitting down upon the hard wood of the booth.

"Bless me, my lord, for I have sinned and wish to cleanse myself so I may join the One God in his blessed resurrection." She murmured through the grate. "I have kept a most terrible secret, but cannot remain quiet any longer. One of your priests is not whom he claims to be. A holy man, he says, and yet I have known him of old."

Odile lifted her eyes, staring straight through the grate into Aleksander's eyes. "He is the furthest thing from a man blessed by the One God. I would instead liken him far more to being blessed by the devil. He is a goddamn piece of shit who has surely stolen half of the church's tithes by this point. He is a con artist, and perhaps even worse, truly terrible in bed. Worst I've ever had." A menacing grin bloomed across her face, blue eyes sparkling even in the dark of the booth. "Hello Aleks... What the fuck do you think you are doing here?"

[forgottenodile]

OOC | Odile & Cassandra

Oh sweet, sweet summer child... I cannot wait to unleash Perfect Sweet Prince Emile Fell into your enclosure like a wolf in sheep's clothing. hahaha.

I think Odile maybe heard some gossip about Cassandra's infatuation with "Lord Ormond" and was like - ah, okay, I get the vibe this girl wants - and immediately knew she could turn Emile into the fairytale prince that Cassandra would get starry-eyed over.

Of course who knows if it'll actually work, we'll have to play it out and see, but Cassandra is probably Odile's main focus of the Varmont kids to try and seduce into a marriage, mostly because she seems the easiest to trick. hahaha.

Plus I think Odile is like: well, I mean, Cassandra does seem the kind that would enjoy having a tragic story like her husband dying mysteriously. I can marry her as Emile, get myself married to someone else, Emile dies, everyone is happy in the end!

[forgottenodile]

OOC | Odile & Cassimir

Truly funny to me that Odile is just like copying the playbook of anyone who is attempting to marry Guin, Odile is just sidling up next to them and is like: have you considered instead me, the secret eldest Varmont daughter? Hahaha.

I think Odile would also figure out pretty quickly that the best tactic for dealing with Cassimir is to literally be a doormat. Just like 100% whatever he wants, she's down for and is a big "yes and" to him. Also she's def going to try and butter up Valentina as much as possible to make herself an attractive alternative option, also quietly dropping the "I'm actually a Varmont too, it's a secret!!!" info to Cassimir and Valentina.

Idk how much they'd believe her, or how much that would sway interest one way or the other now that Guin is engaged to Eoin, but Odile is certainly one to always swing for the fences!

[forgottenodile]

OOC | Odile & Rian

Odile @ Rian: "Oh, you are a little in love with Guinevere Varmont who doesn't give you the time of day and just sees you as a friend? How would you like to spend some time with me, the counterfeit Guinevere who COULD love you?" lmaaaoo

But in all honesty I do see Odile looking at Rian with her very sharp and calculating eyes and being like - I can absolutely see where I could wrap this sad sack man around my finger and get pretty close to a crown and a throne.

Does mean that as of rn at least, I do think Rian is one of Odile's main targets while "Emile" is going mainly after Cassandra and Sonya!

Idk how much you think Odile would actually succeed as she flips her mask to a very soft, sweet, caring but cunning woman, and I could see her telling him her "secret" of being of Varmont heritage as part of the like - "the other Varmonts don't appreciate you like I do, be with me, marry me, and we can garner you the power you deserve!!!"

Is this maybe also me wanting to have someone smooch my poor wet cat man Rian? Mayhaps! It's not sincere, but what does that matter, huh? hahaha

[forgottenodile]

OOC | Odile & Garbhan

Honestly, I think Odile is gonna have such a great time trying to seduce Garbhan. hahahah.

Odile absolutely tries to mold her personality to what the person in front of her wants from her, but I think (outside of Aleksander who sees the real her all the time!) Garbhan may be the only other person that gets to see what's closest to Odile's "real" personality! Just because the mask he wears is pretty close to the one that she's put on herself since she was five and sold to the workhouse, so they honestly probably get along pretty well!

I can imagine them having lots of fun, especially since he loooves to spend money and Odile looooves people spending money on her!!! She will absolutely feed into his worst qualities if it means getting lots of fancy things and drinking fancy wine and seeming desirable!

I also can see her being like: "I have seen how your brother looks at me, you could make him jealous if you kiss me!!!" and like feeding also into Garbhan and Rian's brotherly competition and stuff!

TL;DR - I am excited for these two bc I think they would be VERY fun messy bitches together.

[forgottenodile]

OOC | Odile & Arthur

Cousin!!! Your beautiful and fair cousin that has been once lost to you has returned!!! Hahaha!

But in all honesty, I think Odile when she arrives kind of took a look at all the Varmont kids and probably clocked how deeply he was head over heels for Aria and so was like: okay, really not going to be able to try and get this guy to marry me, huh.

That doesn't mean she WON'T flirt with him to try and make other men jealous so they maybe offer for her hand, or in order to try and get Arthur to give her gifts that she can turn around and sell for gold! ;)

I could see her also as Emile trying to maybe sow seeds of discontent between Arthur and Aria to try and open a path for Odile! But I also think she's trying very hard to figure out which of the Varmont kids truly is going to have the crown next before really gunning for any one specific person, so she may not try *that* hard to break them apart.

But lemme know thoughts!

[forgottenodile]

OOC | Odile & Bartholomew

I love the idea that Bart also knows whatever the "real" story about Alys as a royal mistress and re: Alys' children being fathered either by Euric or Bart's father and so when Odile (and "Emile") show up at court it's a real OH SHIT OH NO moment for him too. Especially if he sees her talking with Aleksander who he already distrusts!

Almost one of those history is doomed to repeat itself sort of things where Odile is just as charming and beautiful as Alys was, and then there's ALSO Emile, so like, double trouble here, and Bart has to really have his head on a swivel as they both start schmoozing with every single one of the highest-born people at court!

Are they gonna blow up some spots? Are they just looking to keep climbing a ladder? What are they up to?!?!

But also I just love someone squinting at Odile and not trusting her one bit. I think that's juicy fun. hahaha.

[forgottenodile]

OOC | Odile & Roderick

Lmao, Odile is so unprepared for actually trying to convince Roderick that she's his niece. This is another one of those fun moments when I know *Odile* would have had a very well thought out plan on how she thinks she should approach all this, but unfortunately she is left with me, who did NOT think about a plan beforehand. hahahaha. But like I said in Alistair's OOC post, I think Odile isn't going to immediately rock up and say she's a Varmont through Euric because I think she does have enough sense to assume that would just immediately get her jailed or killed. Especially because Alys was married to Alistair so at best she'd be Euric's bastard daughter, which wouldn't win much with Roderick.

She def is going to be leaning on her Emile persona with Roderick I think and maybe using that angle of Emile being like: "I have kept my sister in the dark about our bastard birth for she is a woman and that knowledge would break her heart, I ask for nothing but assistance in marrying us both well so my sister will be cared for. We do not covet your crown and shall speak no more of this!!!" with her fingers crossed behind her back. lmao.

With the hope ofc that he'd marry Emile off to one of the Varmont daughters, maybe Odile to one of the Varmont or Stafford sons (Roderick will leave eventually!!! And he'll certainly leave a Stafford man in charge!! That's still a Queendom!) and then he'd "die mysteriously" as I mentioned and Odile could rule and get "everything she wanted."

but yeah! That's kind of my starting thought process about these two and how they will interact in the beginning at least. Lemme know thoughts!